Killer Elite Novel Novels & Stories

He went on, "I am grateful to you. I am so grateful that you killed Keisha. You came up with a great masterpiece that is in my favor. If you haven't killed her, then I wouldn't have being so obsessed to bring you here and a masterplan wouldn't have come to play." He placed his hand on the wall and learned closer, with his face an inch away. "Thank you for everything." Rielle felt the world coming to an end for her. She had promised everyone at the court room and even placed her self as a bet that it would surely be a success. She was so confident, that if confident was a person, then it would be her. At that moment, she wanted to scream out to the men waiting outside or to King median or Eli

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> After a moment, he felt his lungs relax into a silent exhale. It wasn't that bad, really. It all looked routine, the wires, the lights, the stillness. But, as ill-bred and graceless as he could be much of the time, hell most of the time, it just wasn't right to see the shatterproof enforcer, so alert, so animated, lying in such quiet repose. Especially in a place like this. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Khyle closed his eyes for a moment to avoid the unnatural sight. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Gunner was all gas, no brakes. But the brakes were hit so hard now, they were smoking. Khyle wished Kensei hadn't talked him into staying. Tomorrow would have been better. Standing here alone was ju

Her fingers closed around stiff metal. Kc looked at her, trusting in his eyes—even today. Sebastian leaned forward. "Pull the trigger." Valeria raised the gun. Her heart racing in her chest. Five seconds. She breathed slowly. Kc's voice, so soft, so confident. "I trust you." Two seconds. And then She was pointing the gun at Sebastian. His eyes widened. "What the— The gun went off. And pandemonium broke out. Gunfire cracked through the warehouse as Kim and her team burst in. Valeria huddled, dragging Kc back behind her as bullets ricocheted off the walls.

He grinned at her in a way she could only describe as predatory. "Who are you?" Liv tried to stand, but was still unable to make it to her feet. Her head swam from the blow to her head. "Come now, beauty. Let me help you." The strange man lifted her by the armpits and walked her to a fur covered chair near a table. "I am Killian O'Mara of the Blackfoot Pack," he said with the slightest Irish lilt to his voice. He gave her a courtly little bow before sitting in the chair across the table from her.

Everything just stopped again, and it was quiet, blank. It kept happening like that. I would struggle, trying to open my eyes, trying to make sense of the muffled words swirling around me. But my body wouldn't listen. My heart and brain were on one side, but my body refused to follow. I was stuck in this void where there was no pain, no feeling at all. *** "The long feared murderer who terrorized residents and left bodies at their neighbors' doorsteps has kidnapped eighteen-year-old Cheryl Mason." "These men make a total of 108 victims of the ruthless killer. Our prayers go out to their families, and we hope to find Cheryl Mason before it's too late."

She lay there until she was sure that the person was gone. Immediately she noticed that he was outta sight, she came out from the bed with cautious steps and went outside to peep, to see what was going on. Lots of dead bodies lay on the floor, people were murdered in cold blood that brought shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe that Beta Derek was so wicked that he didn't care about shedding innocent people's blood just for the throne. I couldn't believe how much my father trusted and respected him and yet he turned out to be our worst nightmare.

I could feel adrenaline burning in my veins, muscles coiled, senses heightened. A rogue leapt at Nova again. I spun, raking claws across their shoulder. They stumbled back, snarling, retreating into the underbrush. Nova’s green eyes flicked to mine, sharp, commanding. “Kael,” she whispered, voice low, “now. Flank him.” I pressed forward, muscles coiled, strategy clear. Amber eyes locked on Rylan. He was clever, skilled, dangerous. But he underestimated the pack, underestimated Nova, underestimated me. I struck decisively, forcing him back, claws digging, teeth flashing.

“Are you two ok?” “ We need to leave this place immediately,” Killian responded in a hurry. "Alright," Viktor responded as he tossed Killian the keys. "Your car's totaled. This one's clean and untraceable," he added. "Thanks," Killian replied. I got into the passenger seat and Killian climbed behind the wheel. "Be careful" Viktor cautioned as he stuffed one hand into his pocket the other one held his gun tapping it at his side. “Always, ” Killian said.

His knuckles were white on the wheel. The car stopped in an industrial area— abandoned warehouses, no lights. He killed the engine. "Don't move." He paused, his hand on the door."If you hear anything that's not me— get in the driver's seat and go. Keys are in the ignition." Then he was gone. He was gone before she could answer. She sat in the darkness, shaking. The blood had dried on her fingers— brownish red, flaking. She couldn't stop staring at it. Couldn't stop seeing his face when he'd said"this one is dangerous".

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE MALAKAI * * Trigger Warning: This scene involves themes of homophobia, abuse, and brainwashing. Reader discretion is advised. This is pure fiction and does not depict the actions of any religious group. It's white everywhere. My head is hurting. My foggy brain can't even think of why I'm here. The only thing I feel is terror when I realize I am strapped to the bed. Is this a clinic? But... Why?